| With a head as muddled and cloudy as mine
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| And a heart that’s winning races in record time
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| You’re a town crier who is seldom heard
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| You’re a novel writer with no words
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| But every last detail, and every little problem talk
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| You have been everything to someone like me
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| You have done all the things I didn’t do for you
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| A mind so cynical for a happy face
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| With sense, you’d have took my hand and left this place
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| Conjoined, but never on the same page
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| Would you have stuck around if I acted my age?
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| But every last detail took
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| You have been everything to someone like me
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| You have done all the things I didn’t do for you
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| Every last detail
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| You have been everything to someone like me
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| You have been everything to someone like me
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| You have done all the things I didn’t do for you
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| You have been everything to someone like me
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| You have been everything |